Fandom: Primeval
Characters: Becker/Connor (with reference to A/B/C), Jess
Story: Inventory
Rating: NC-17/MA
Warnings/Spoilers: Set before 4x04, but no spoilers for that. Slightly kinky, though entirely vanilla by Denial's standards.
Author's Note: This takes place the morning after Encore, and references events therein.
Summary: Doing inventory in the armory was never quite this fun.
Inventory
Of all the things Connor had imagined for an early morning’s work at the ARC, hanging around in the armory doing inventory was definitely the last one.
Still, he thought, at least the company was nice. He looked up from the spreadsheet he was working on, and watched Becker bend over to open a large case which was sitting on the floor.
Oh, yes. Very nice company, indeed.
Ever since their recent frantic coupling--threepleing?--Connor couldn’t stop thinking about Becker. He was rather envious of Abby’s one-on-one with him last night—which she had described to Connor in great detail—and was growing just a bit frustrated at not having quite enough free time of his own to take Becker aside and… Oh, and there he was, stroking the EMD like that.
Connor coughed and shifted, trying to ignore the sudden swelling in his trousers.
Becker closed the case and looked over, locking eyes with him. “Enjoying having your old laptop back again?” He nodded at the machine on the table in front of where Connor stood.
Connor grinned and petted the case lovingly. It was slightly out of date and needed some serious software upgrades, but he was thrilled to be able to use it again. “You could say that, yes.”
“You should probably know,” Becker said with the hint of a smile, “that it had to be scanned while you were gone. For security reasons.”
Connor froze, doing his best startled-Bambi impression.
“It’s OK,” Becker reassured him. “Once the techs got in through the admin account, I asked them to turn it over to me for content scanning. No one else saw it.”
“Oh.” Connor ‘s breath hitched. “But you… You saw everything on there?
Becker smiled casually at him. “I did.”
Connor squirmed a little in embarrassment.
Looking over at the sealed door, ensuring they were truly alone, Becker strolled up beside him and leaned back against the table. “You’re full of surprises, my friend. Quite an unusual taste in websites.” He nudged Connor's shoulder, chuckling.
Connor looked down, staring at the keyboard, unable to meet Becker’s steady gaze. “Um. Don’t judge me, please?”
“Hardly. I’m not exactly shockable, you know.” Becker lay a hand on Connor’s hip. “Though, if you don’t mind my asking, is it only just fantasy, or…?”
Connor shrugged, falsely nonchalant. “Well, it’s not like I’ve had the opportunity for it to be anything other than that.”
“Of course.” Becker nodded understandingly, and lowered his voice further. “Does Abby know about this… interest of yours?”
Connor fidgeted uncomfortably. “Not really, no. We talked about a lot of stuff when we were gone, but that particular subject just didn’t quite come up.”
“You should tell her. I doubt she’d think less of you for it. In fact, I suspect she’d have quite the opposite reaction. You’d know better than I would, of course, but I think your darling Abby has a bit of her own kinky streak.”
Connor flushed, recalling some rather adventurous ways Abby had of keeping them amused while they were trapped in the past. “Ah, yeah. Heh. I know she does. I just don’t know what she’d think of… well… that. You won’t tell her, will you?”
“No, of course not. I’ll let you tell her yourself in your own time.” He leaned over, his breath hot in Connor’s ear. “But if you ever want to live any of that out, all you have to do is ask.” Reaching down to Connor’s crotch, he got a palmful of growing hardness and squeezed—a little roughly.
***
“Now that’s weird,” Jess whispered to herself. Both Connor’s and Becker’s location signals were stationary—they hadn’t moved at all for several minutes—and their audio links were shut off. They were safe inside the ARC, of course, but she still worried a little. Biting her lip in concern, she swapped over to the CCTV feed from the armory.
“What the--?” Her jaw dropped open in amazement. Her first instinct was to close the window for the feed, which she did. Then, after a look around—Lester was busy on the phone with someone from the ministry, Abby was in the menagerie and no-one else had come in, yet—she opened it up again.
She stared openly for several minutes, despite a creeping sense of guilt for it. She had a sudden pang of jealousy—perhaps this explained why Becker was brushing her off—then another pang of anger—how could Connor do that to Abby? Still, as the events unfolded before her, she couldn’t tear herself away.
She turned up the volume.
***
Connor shuddered violently. Despite Abby’s thorough attentions keeping him quite satisfied of late, he still had a hair trigger. And Becker currently had his finger—his whole hand, to be precise—on it. “Bloody tease,” he breathed, closing his eyes.
“Who says I’m teasing?” Becker murmured at him, still keeping up a steady massaging motion.
“It’s not—oh god—like we can do anything here.” Connor was getting a bit light-headed. A consequence, he supposed, of the blood supply rapidly heading from his brain to parts south.
“Can’t we?” Becker nuzzled his neck.
Heart racing, Connor tried to stay in mental control. “We’re… We’re not alone. What if someone—“
Becker silenced him with a deep kiss. “Only senior staff has access to this room. Burton’s not here, yet. Lester never comes in here. Matt already said he’d be in late.”
“Jess?” Connor squeaked.
“If I know her, she’s probably still fussing around on Twitter, going through her backlog from last night. She’ll be busy for another hour, at least.” Becker bit at Connor’s lips. “Which leaves Abby. And if she came in here, well, somehow I doubt she’d be alarmed.” He winked.
Connor had to laugh. “Quite. She’d probably start directing traffic."
***
Jess found she’d been holding back a big breath, and released it in relief—and not a little amusement. Well, that answered that question, at least. Also answered the question of why Becker couldn’t stop talking about them. The whole thing seemed slightly weird to her, but she was still fascinated by the concept.
Then she frowned. “Already finished with Twitter, you bloody great moron,” she said, a little indignantly.
***
“So how about it, then?” Becker purred. “Should I make you suck my cock?”
Connor sputtered a little. “Make me?”
“Isn’t that what I said?” Putting a hand on Connor’s shoulder and shoving down hard, Becker forced Connor to his knees.
“Wha—?” Connor managed, before his mouth was muffled by a face full of trouser-covered hardness. He quickly got the picture. Working as fast as his trembling hands could manage, he tugged down the zip, reached inside and pulled out his prize: thick, heavy and a little wet, the naked head a deep colour with Becker’s arousal.
Threading his fingers through Connor’s mop of thick hair, Becker snarled, convincingly threatening. “What are you waiting for?”
The hand in his hair—and subsequent powerful surge through his crotch—erasing the last of his reticence, Connor opened wide, licked his lips, and quickly took most of the length in one go. Becker was big enough to make his jaw ache, but he loved the feeling. Going by the sudden, deep groan as he was enveloped in Connor’s hot mouth, Becker loved it from his end, too.
***
Jess found herself shaking almost as much as Connor seemed to be. “Blimey,” she muttered softly, squirming around in her seat and crossing her legs. She glanced back over her shoulder. Yes, Lester was still on the phone. For once, she found herself blessing the slow wheels of bureaucracy.
Leaning forward to get a better look, she continued to watch, absentmindedly fondling one of the joysticks on her desk.
***
Connor wasted no time, sucking hard and fast and reaching further inside Becker’s fly to caress his heavy balls. Becker growled his approval, his hand gripping tightly in Connor’s hair, holding steady as he snapped forward, fucking Connor’s face.
Connor began to whimper pathetically with his own need. Taking a chance, he tried to get one hand down to his own crotch, to soothe the almost-painful ache there. He was chastised for his efforts with a sharp smack against his cheek.
“No.” Becker said throatily. But, perhaps taking pity, he shifted his stance, nudging apart Connor’s knees with his boot, and getting a leg between Connor’s thighs.
Connor gasped and almost choked a little with the first touch, but he quickly recovered, grateful for the contact. As the motion of his mouth quickened, so did his hips, and soon, he was grinding away against Becker’s shin in earnest.
“That’s it, Connor.” Becker’s voice took on an edge of desperation. “Suck it. Take me. Take it all.”
Connor did so, relaxing as best he could, opening up and pushing down, down until his nose was buried in dark, fragrant curls. He pulled back, swirling his tongue around the length and nibbling lightly at the tip, then dove down again, all the way to the root. Encouraged by the throaty growls echoing above, Connor repeated the pattern: root to tip and back again, sucking, licking, lightly scraping his teeth over the sensitive flesh, rhythm building faster and faster with the steady pulses of Becker’s swollen cock. In just moments, the fevered attention pushed Becker to the edge, and, tugging hard on Connor’s hair, he came, barking sharp curses as he emptied down Connor’s throat.
Connor himself could take no more. Feeling slightly humiliated for doing so—like he was back in school, getting far too excited at being able to touch Nina Fielding’s breast—he bucked against Becker’s leg like an overeager puppy. The slippery wetness flowing from him aided the friction, and with a shocked cry around Becker’s still-pumping cock, he exploded, flooding thickly into his loose boxers.
Finally releasing Becker’s cock and sinking back onto his heels, Connor shook his head a little, shivering out the last waves of pleasure. He lay his head against Becker’s thigh, catching his breath.
Becker petted his hair tenderly. “I take it that worked for you?” He grinned down at Connor.
Connor could do little more than smile stupidly and nod.
“Well, I’m always willing to give that to you.” Becker stroked his flushed cheek.
Connor looked up at him, slightly delirious but quite serious. “And I’m always willing to take it.”
***
Jess finally closed the feed window, settling back into her chair and passing a hand over her face. She couldn't help still feeling a bit jealous, but if she couldn't have Becker herself, well...
“This,” she giddily chirped under her breath, “is so much better than yaoi.”
--End--
Characters: Becker/Connor (with reference to A/B/C), Jess
Story: Inventory
Rating: NC-17/MA
Warnings/Spoilers: Set before 4x04, but no spoilers for that. Slightly kinky, though entirely vanilla by Denial's standards.
Author's Note: This takes place the morning after Encore, and references events therein.
Summary: Doing inventory in the armory was never quite this fun.
Inventory
Of all the things Connor had imagined for an early morning’s work at the ARC, hanging around in the armory doing inventory was definitely the last one.
Still, he thought, at least the company was nice. He looked up from the spreadsheet he was working on, and watched Becker bend over to open a large case which was sitting on the floor.
Oh, yes. Very nice company, indeed.
Ever since their recent frantic coupling--threepleing?--Connor couldn’t stop thinking about Becker. He was rather envious of Abby’s one-on-one with him last night—which she had described to Connor in great detail—and was growing just a bit frustrated at not having quite enough free time of his own to take Becker aside and… Oh, and there he was, stroking the EMD like that.
Connor coughed and shifted, trying to ignore the sudden swelling in his trousers.
Becker closed the case and looked over, locking eyes with him. “Enjoying having your old laptop back again?” He nodded at the machine on the table in front of where Connor stood.
Connor grinned and petted the case lovingly. It was slightly out of date and needed some serious software upgrades, but he was thrilled to be able to use it again. “You could say that, yes.”
“You should probably know,” Becker said with the hint of a smile, “that it had to be scanned while you were gone. For security reasons.”
Connor froze, doing his best startled-Bambi impression.
“It’s OK,” Becker reassured him. “Once the techs got in through the admin account, I asked them to turn it over to me for content scanning. No one else saw it.”
“Oh.” Connor ‘s breath hitched. “But you… You saw everything on there?
Becker smiled casually at him. “I did.”
Connor squirmed a little in embarrassment.
Looking over at the sealed door, ensuring they were truly alone, Becker strolled up beside him and leaned back against the table. “You’re full of surprises, my friend. Quite an unusual taste in websites.” He nudged Connor's shoulder, chuckling.
Connor looked down, staring at the keyboard, unable to meet Becker’s steady gaze. “Um. Don’t judge me, please?”
“Hardly. I’m not exactly shockable, you know.” Becker lay a hand on Connor’s hip. “Though, if you don’t mind my asking, is it only just fantasy, or…?”
Connor shrugged, falsely nonchalant. “Well, it’s not like I’ve had the opportunity for it to be anything other than that.”
“Of course.” Becker nodded understandingly, and lowered his voice further. “Does Abby know about this… interest of yours?”
Connor fidgeted uncomfortably. “Not really, no. We talked about a lot of stuff when we were gone, but that particular subject just didn’t quite come up.”
“You should tell her. I doubt she’d think less of you for it. In fact, I suspect she’d have quite the opposite reaction. You’d know better than I would, of course, but I think your darling Abby has a bit of her own kinky streak.”
Connor flushed, recalling some rather adventurous ways Abby had of keeping them amused while they were trapped in the past. “Ah, yeah. Heh. I know she does. I just don’t know what she’d think of… well… that. You won’t tell her, will you?”
“No, of course not. I’ll let you tell her yourself in your own time.” He leaned over, his breath hot in Connor’s ear. “But if you ever want to live any of that out, all you have to do is ask.” Reaching down to Connor’s crotch, he got a palmful of growing hardness and squeezed—a little roughly.
***
“Now that’s weird,” Jess whispered to herself. Both Connor’s and Becker’s location signals were stationary—they hadn’t moved at all for several minutes—and their audio links were shut off. They were safe inside the ARC, of course, but she still worried a little. Biting her lip in concern, she swapped over to the CCTV feed from the armory.
“What the--?” Her jaw dropped open in amazement. Her first instinct was to close the window for the feed, which she did. Then, after a look around—Lester was busy on the phone with someone from the ministry, Abby was in the menagerie and no-one else had come in, yet—she opened it up again.
She stared openly for several minutes, despite a creeping sense of guilt for it. She had a sudden pang of jealousy—perhaps this explained why Becker was brushing her off—then another pang of anger—how could Connor do that to Abby? Still, as the events unfolded before her, she couldn’t tear herself away.
She turned up the volume.
***
Connor shuddered violently. Despite Abby’s thorough attentions keeping him quite satisfied of late, he still had a hair trigger. And Becker currently had his finger—his whole hand, to be precise—on it. “Bloody tease,” he breathed, closing his eyes.
“Who says I’m teasing?” Becker murmured at him, still keeping up a steady massaging motion.
“It’s not—oh god—like we can do anything here.” Connor was getting a bit light-headed. A consequence, he supposed, of the blood supply rapidly heading from his brain to parts south.
“Can’t we?” Becker nuzzled his neck.
Heart racing, Connor tried to stay in mental control. “We’re… We’re not alone. What if someone—“
Becker silenced him with a deep kiss. “Only senior staff has access to this room. Burton’s not here, yet. Lester never comes in here. Matt already said he’d be in late.”
“Jess?” Connor squeaked.
“If I know her, she’s probably still fussing around on Twitter, going through her backlog from last night. She’ll be busy for another hour, at least.” Becker bit at Connor’s lips. “Which leaves Abby. And if she came in here, well, somehow I doubt she’d be alarmed.” He winked.
Connor had to laugh. “Quite. She’d probably start directing traffic."
***
Jess found she’d been holding back a big breath, and released it in relief—and not a little amusement. Well, that answered that question, at least. Also answered the question of why Becker couldn’t stop talking about them. The whole thing seemed slightly weird to her, but she was still fascinated by the concept.
Then she frowned. “Already finished with Twitter, you bloody great moron,” she said, a little indignantly.
***
“So how about it, then?” Becker purred. “Should I make you suck my cock?”
Connor sputtered a little. “Make me?”
“Isn’t that what I said?” Putting a hand on Connor’s shoulder and shoving down hard, Becker forced Connor to his knees.
“Wha—?” Connor managed, before his mouth was muffled by a face full of trouser-covered hardness. He quickly got the picture. Working as fast as his trembling hands could manage, he tugged down the zip, reached inside and pulled out his prize: thick, heavy and a little wet, the naked head a deep colour with Becker’s arousal.
Threading his fingers through Connor’s mop of thick hair, Becker snarled, convincingly threatening. “What are you waiting for?”
The hand in his hair—and subsequent powerful surge through his crotch—erasing the last of his reticence, Connor opened wide, licked his lips, and quickly took most of the length in one go. Becker was big enough to make his jaw ache, but he loved the feeling. Going by the sudden, deep groan as he was enveloped in Connor’s hot mouth, Becker loved it from his end, too.
***
Jess found herself shaking almost as much as Connor seemed to be. “Blimey,” she muttered softly, squirming around in her seat and crossing her legs. She glanced back over her shoulder. Yes, Lester was still on the phone. For once, she found herself blessing the slow wheels of bureaucracy.
Leaning forward to get a better look, she continued to watch, absentmindedly fondling one of the joysticks on her desk.
***
Connor wasted no time, sucking hard and fast and reaching further inside Becker’s fly to caress his heavy balls. Becker growled his approval, his hand gripping tightly in Connor’s hair, holding steady as he snapped forward, fucking Connor’s face.
Connor began to whimper pathetically with his own need. Taking a chance, he tried to get one hand down to his own crotch, to soothe the almost-painful ache there. He was chastised for his efforts with a sharp smack against his cheek.
“No.” Becker said throatily. But, perhaps taking pity, he shifted his stance, nudging apart Connor’s knees with his boot, and getting a leg between Connor’s thighs.
Connor gasped and almost choked a little with the first touch, but he quickly recovered, grateful for the contact. As the motion of his mouth quickened, so did his hips, and soon, he was grinding away against Becker’s shin in earnest.
“That’s it, Connor.” Becker’s voice took on an edge of desperation. “Suck it. Take me. Take it all.”
Connor did so, relaxing as best he could, opening up and pushing down, down until his nose was buried in dark, fragrant curls. He pulled back, swirling his tongue around the length and nibbling lightly at the tip, then dove down again, all the way to the root. Encouraged by the throaty growls echoing above, Connor repeated the pattern: root to tip and back again, sucking, licking, lightly scraping his teeth over the sensitive flesh, rhythm building faster and faster with the steady pulses of Becker’s swollen cock. In just moments, the fevered attention pushed Becker to the edge, and, tugging hard on Connor’s hair, he came, barking sharp curses as he emptied down Connor’s throat.
Connor himself could take no more. Feeling slightly humiliated for doing so—like he was back in school, getting far too excited at being able to touch Nina Fielding’s breast—he bucked against Becker’s leg like an overeager puppy. The slippery wetness flowing from him aided the friction, and with a shocked cry around Becker’s still-pumping cock, he exploded, flooding thickly into his loose boxers.
Finally releasing Becker’s cock and sinking back onto his heels, Connor shook his head a little, shivering out the last waves of pleasure. He lay his head against Becker’s thigh, catching his breath.
Becker petted his hair tenderly. “I take it that worked for you?” He grinned down at Connor.
Connor could do little more than smile stupidly and nod.
“Well, I’m always willing to give that to you.” Becker stroked his flushed cheek.
Connor looked up at him, slightly delirious but quite serious. “And I’m always willing to take it.”
***
Jess finally closed the feed window, settling back into her chair and passing a hand over her face. She couldn't help still feeling a bit jealous, but if she couldn't have Becker herself, well...
“This,” she giddily chirped under her breath, “is so much better than yaoi.”
--End--